These days, people are brimming over with opinion. Eloquence dukes it out with near incoherence, making for foot stomping and chest beating, but in the end it is all just—opinion.

Take a break from opinion. Rub your hands across the stone. No subjectivity here, just the inescapable evidence of what is and what has been for eons. Here is found a kind of beauty too subtle for definition and too immediate to be framed and hung in a museum.

The photograph was taken at the Garden of the Gods, a much-visited natural area in southeastern Saline County. Your humble photographer only pressed a plastic button on the camera.